Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Imagine: It is Christmas Eve, the snow is gently falling creating fluffy piles of beauty. The lamps are shinning on the corners of the streets, and sleigh bells ring in the distance (you ask...why sleigh bells...no idea...seems Christmassy). You decide that the perfect way to celebrate Christmas is to go to the pet store, and pick out a new pet. Now, you don't want just any pet, you want a rat. Here is the question: Do you pick the rat with hair, or do you pick the skinny naked looking rat that is smoother then a baby’s bottom?
The answer to that question is extremely important. When you go to a youth conference to pick out a man...do you pick the one with hair, or the one who is smoother then a baby’s bottom? Now, I see the girls giggling and the guys with shocked and offended looks on their faces. Let me just say...I am not saying men are rats...or pets even...I'm just comparing them to something to prove a point...and rats just came first to my mind...because, um...it makes sense. Or something :).
Apparently the girls in the world have made men into soft feminine versions of what they were meant to be. Now, when I heard this, I opened my mouth to argue some point about how men’s expectations of us are unreal, and we would never do the same to them. That all we really want is a man who can make us feel safe and protected. And then I saw a bunch of boys walk by wearing their sister's jeans which were extremely skin tight, pink polo shirts, and the only hair you could see was on their heads.
Jane gushes to her friends "My boyfriend and I are going for pedicures this afternoon,” and no one blinks. Some of my guy friends have more hair products in their bathroom than five girls put together. Girls are now the ones being upset because their boyfriend takes longer to get ready to go out then they do. Then there is the fact that Saturday afternoon football or rugby has been replaced with tanning sessions and waxing.
What has happened to the rugged man, which chest, nose, and ear hair? Why has Justin Timberlake become the accepted norm and rugged lumberjacks disgusting? Since when did we create this feminized version of men? And most importantly, who really likes the hairless rat that looks absolutely disgusting over the rat with hair?
Are we as woman making the world of men into only slightly more rugged versions of ourselves?
The answer to that question is extremely important. When you go to a youth conference to pick out a man...do you pick the one with hair, or the one who is smoother then a baby’s bottom? Now, I see the girls giggling and the guys with shocked and offended looks on their faces. Let me just say...I am not saying men are rats...or pets even...I'm just comparing them to something to prove a point...and rats just came first to my mind...because, um...it makes sense. Or something :).
Apparently the girls in the world have made men into soft feminine versions of what they were meant to be. Now, when I heard this, I opened my mouth to argue some point about how men’s expectations of us are unreal, and we would never do the same to them. That all we really want is a man who can make us feel safe and protected. And then I saw a bunch of boys walk by wearing their sister's jeans which were extremely skin tight, pink polo shirts, and the only hair you could see was on their heads.
Jane gushes to her friends "My boyfriend and I are going for pedicures this afternoon,” and no one blinks. Some of my guy friends have more hair products in their bathroom than five girls put together. Girls are now the ones being upset because their boyfriend takes longer to get ready to go out then they do. Then there is the fact that Saturday afternoon football or rugby has been replaced with tanning sessions and waxing.
What has happened to the rugged man, which chest, nose, and ear hair? Why has Justin Timberlake become the accepted norm and rugged lumberjacks disgusting? Since when did we create this feminized version of men? And most importantly, who really likes the hairless rat that looks absolutely disgusting over the rat with hair?
Are we as woman making the world of men into only slightly more rugged versions of ourselves?
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